Chapter 1: The Forbidden Footage
Mae sat cross-legged on her bed, the dim glow of her phone screen casting sharp shadows across her face. Her dark eyes narrowed as she stared at the video playing, her breath hitching—not from fear, but from a twisted, burning curiosity. The footage was grainy, but clear enough to make out the scene: her roommate, Jace, hovering over her unconscious form in the dead of night. His hands were rough, possessive, as he gripped her jaw, his cock sliding into her mouth with a brutal rhythm. She’d been out cold, thanks to the sleeping pills she’d taken after a long night of studying and stress. And yet, here it was—evidence of a violation so raw, so wrong, it should have made her scream.
Instead, it made her pulse race.
'Fuck,' she muttered under her breath, pausing the video just as Jace’s face twisted in a silent groan. She tilted her head, studying the frame like a predator sizing up prey. 'You sneaky little bastard. Thought you could just take what you wanted, huh?'
Her voice was low, sharp as a blade, dripping with something dangerous. Mae wasn’t the type to play victim. No, she was the storm, the kind of woman who’d burn a man down with a smile if he crossed her. And Jace? He’d just lit the match.
She tossed the phone onto the bed and stood, pacing her small dorm room. Her mind churned, not with anger, but with a plan. If Jace thought he could dominate her in her sleep, he had no idea what kind of beast he’d awakened. She caught her reflection in the mirror—wild black hair, piercing gaze, lips curled into a smirk that promised trouble. 'Oh, honey,' she purred to herself, 'you’re gonna wish you never touched me without permission.'
The door creaked open, and there he was—Jace, all tousled hair and cocky grin, oblivious to the storm brewing in her eyes. 'Hey, Mae, you up for grabbing some food?' he asked, leaning against the frame like he owned the place.
She turned slowly, her smile a weapon. 'Oh, I’m up for a lot of things, Jace. Like, say, a little chat about boundaries.'
His grin faltered, just for a split second, but she caught it. 'What’re you talking about?' he said, stepping closer, his tone casual but his eyes wary.
Mae closed the distance between them, her presence electric, commanding. She tilted her chin up, her voice a sultry hiss. 'I’m talking about the fact that I’ve got a very... interesting video of you getting real familiar with my mouth while I was out cold. Care to explain, or should I just play it for the campus security?'
Jace froze, his jaw tightening, but Mae didn’t back down. She stepped even closer, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, 'Or maybe... I’ll make you beg for forgiveness in ways you can’t even imagine.'
His eyes darkened, a mix of fear and something else—something hungry. 'Mae, I—'
'Shut up,' she snapped, her hand shooting out to grab his shirt, yanking him toward her. 'You don’t get to talk. You get to listen. I’m not some helpless little doll for you to fuck with. If you want me, you’re gonna earn it. And trust me, I’m gonna make it hurt so good.'
Her words hung in the air, charged with a raw, undeniable heat. She could feel his breath quicken, see the way his body tensed, already hard under the weight of her gaze. Mae’s smirk widened as she pushed him back against the wall, her fingers trailing down his chest, teasing, taunting. 'You thought you could take me without a fight? Baby, I’m gonna show you what it’s like to be owned.'
Her hand slid lower, brushing against the bulge in his jeans, and she felt him shudder. She leaned in, her lips hovering just over his, her voice a wicked purr. 'Get ready, Jace. I’m gonna make you so fucking hard, you’ll be begging for my pussy. But first, you’re gonna pay for every second of that video.'
The tension snapped like a taut wire, their bodies inches from collision, her control absolute. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the way he was already sweating, panting under her command. Mae’s own body responded, a rush of wet heat between her thighs, but she held the reins. This wasn’t just about desire—it was about power. And she was dripping with it.
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